the bleeding horse, avenged
writings by john sweet, and then some.
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
100 years
were breathing crystal meth out in
the parking lot behind kmart and she was
laughing in the heat she was
sweating pure bliss said
i had to kiss her feet said
i had to lick her wounds
smiled
said god was truly dead and
on that much
we agreed
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